When I started fishing in the park back in 2004 when I moved to Tennessee, there always seemed to be a BMW parked in my favorite spots on weekends, the guys fishing in the river below all looked like they had just walked out of an Orvis store (they jingled and rattled and had lots of cool stuff), tubers seemed to be everywhere, tourists would blow their horns and yell at me and sometimes take my picture, there would be sandals, Gatorade bottles, and t-shirts sunk in my favorite spots, and back then, I really didn't catch many fish.

Come to think of it, not much has changed for me.

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